Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.